He couldn't name a single person around him, and he was not even totally sure how he had gotten there. There had been a lot of driving around, and he was definitely in the passenger's seat of a car that the Malcom X-looking guy was driving for a while. He might have been the only one in the car with him. It had been a while since he'd seen that guy.
“Nah dude, that place sucked. This is much better.. what's it called?” Jay spat at to the group of guys in front of him. “Ruger's. Yea but the girls were so much better at the The Generation. It's a damn sausage fest in here,” replied the guy with the Cowboys hat. “Yea but the girls there were stuck up. At least everyone here's pretty chill... wait, what's this place called?” droned Jay.
Jay had been with his brother and cousins at the beginning of the night, but hadn't seen them in hours. He wasn't even totally sure when he had gotten separated from them... it must have been at that small club with all the mirrors. Tom, his older cousin, was slowing things down anyway. He was drunk enough that he had to have gotten kicked out of somewhere at some point in the night.
“Is Craig still having that party?” asked the tall guy. “I... I think so,” said the guy with the huge biceps and the beer gut. “He said it was gonna be going on all night, and it sounded like a lot of people were there when I called.” “Let's go!” ordered the guy in the Cowboys hat. “Hell yea, I'm in!” shouted Jay. He didn't know about his family, but his night was nowhere near done.
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